N-The Poacher's Fate
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L-     Come  all     ye  lads    of  high     re- nown,  Who love    to   drink  strong ale  that's brown, And pull the lof-     ty
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L-     phea-    sant down,  with pow-   der  shot    aand gun;              I      and  five  more  a-  poa-    ching went,  To
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L-      get      some game   was  our    in- tent,  Our   mo-    ney  be-    ing  gone    and spent, Was  no-    thing else   to
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L-      try.                  The moon       shone       bright       not     a   cloud       in       sight,               The
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L-     kee-      per heard   us   fire   the  gun,   and  quick- ly  to     the   spot    he  run,   And swore   be- fore     the
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L-      ri-     sing sun    That one of   us        should die.